12 but I was

but I was

Happy then,

skipping home when I was

out of his sight,

my ballet heart dancing

with the excitement of

what I thought was love.

I’m not

a good person.

I’m horrible.

No, he was just being

insecure, just being

hard on himself,

Looking at who he was

through the wrong angle.

Just as I would do.

Just as the excuses

I would make for him.